[Prodigy talking] Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Hold the f**k up. We gon' take this little intermission, listen to what the f**k I got to say ya know? I been doin this s**t for years; holdin' heat, sellin, using, abusing all types of drugs. Robbin' n**gas, runnin up in n**gas' cribs, ya know? The whole s**t. So don't ever in yo life get me confused with some of them other n**gas that you might see on TV, or hear on the radio and such, ya know what I'm sayin? I mean this is me, P. I'm speakin from my f**kin self. When you see me at a show, on stage or on the street, I definetely got the gat on me, know what I'm sayin? Knowaimean? [sniffs] And it ain't like I'm tryin to be a tough guy, or I'm tryin to make people think I'm crazy by sayin all this s**t. What it is that, I know how n**gas gets down, aight? I used to be in the clubs, the music tunnel or whatever-the-f**k. They used to get they little drink on, havin fun wit their little crew, knowatimsayin? Start cuttin or shootin or whateva. Things like that. Lotta these so called rap n**gas ain't never seen no parts of that s**t, knowatimsayin? Dig where I'm comin from? Word up, yo. And I know a lot of ya'll n**gas, matter fact all ya'll n**gas right now listenin to this s**t like "Yeah, yeah we gon' see them Mobb Deep n**gas. We gon' see what they about. Knowatimsayin? Touch where they head is at." Yo, I'll let ya'll n**gas know right now yaknowwatimsayin you ain't gotta waste yo time or yo money on ya hospital bills. If you step to me on a personal level, I don't back down easy knowatmsayin there's a good chance ya a** is either gon' get shot, stabbed, or knuckled down, one out of the three. So don't gamble wit ya life, do'. Word up. And believe me, I know very well I can get shot, stabbed, or f**ked up too, whatever. I ain't super-n**ga I'm a lil skinny mothaf**ker. It's all about who gets who first though, knowaimsayin? So therefore, say no more, to all my n**gas get the money, frontin' n**gas get deceased.
And oh yeah.. to all them rap a** n**gas wit ya half assed rhymes talkin bout how much you get high, how much weed you smoke and that crazy space s**t that don't even make no sense: don't ever speak to me when you see me, knowaimsaying? Word. Imma have to get on some ol' high school s**t, start punchin n**gas in they face just for livin. Yo, I'm finnished what I had to say, ya'll can continue on.